A godly ballad of the just man Job vvherein his great patienc[e ... d]oth declare, his plagues, and his miseries, and yet did not dispar[e.] The tune is, the merchant. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A42913 of text R215151 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing G933H). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A42913 Wing G933H ESTC R215151 99827114 99827114 31528 2240911413

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A42913) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 31528) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1886:16) A godly ballad of the just man Job vvherein his great patienc[e ... d]oth declare, his plagues, and his miseries, and yet did not dispar[e.] The tune is, the merchant. 1 sheet ([1] p.) printed for F. Coles, J. VVright, Tho, Vere, and VV. Gilbertson, London : [1658?] Verse - "VValking alone,". Publication date conjectured by Wing, which estimates it as 1655-1658. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. A42913 R215151 (Wing G933H). civilwar no A godly ballad of the just man Job: vvherein his great patienc[e ... d]oth declare, his plagues, and his miseries, and yet did not dispar[e. [no entry] 1658 3 501 4 0 0 0 0 0 80 D The rate of 80 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2005-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-05 Sampled and proofread 2006-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Godly Ballad of the Just man JOB . Wherein his great patie●…●…ch declare ▪ His Plagues , and his Miseries ▪ and yet did not dispare . The tune is , the Merchant . WAlking alone . Not long agone , I heard one waile and wéepe , Alas he said , I am now laid , in sorrow strong and déepe . To heare him cry , I did apply , and privily abode , There did I find In secret mind . the Iust and Patient Job . His woful paine Did me constraine , by force to waile and mone . God did him prove , How he did love , the living Lord alone . In heavinesse He did expresse these words with bitter tears , Alas , poore man , Wretched I am ' in care my selfe out-wearde . This mortall life Is but a strife , a battell great and strong , My yeares also Doe waste and goe , and not continue long , The day wherein I did begin to move and stir my breath , Would God I had An exchange made , and turned unto death . So should not I In misery be wrapped as I am , The time and day Well curse I may . when to this world I came . For my faults past , I am out-cast , and of all men abhor'd , O that I might Once stand in sight , to reason with the Lord . I should then know Why he doth show this extreame cruelty . Vpon this flesh , Which is but Grasse , and borne is for to dye . From top to toe I féele with woe . that sorrow is my meat , Put to exile , With Botch and Bile . and dunghill is my seat . My kinsfolke talke , And by me walke , wondring at my fall , They count my state Vnfortunate , and so forsake me all . My Children five , Which were alive . they all be quite destroy'd , The Plague fell On my Cattell , with all that I enjoy'd . Should I for them My God blaspheme , and his good gifts despise ? That will I not , But take my lot . giving his Name the praise . They were not mine , But for a time , I know well it is so , God gave them me , Why should not he , againe take them me fro ? Thus having said , Full still I staid , his end for to behold , I there did sée His felicity , increasing manifold . I knew well then , How patient men , should not suffer in vaine , But shall be sure To have pleasure , rewarde● for their paine .

London . Printed for F. Coles , J. Wright , Tho , Vere , and W. Gilbertson .